HEART ABLAZE.

ind. sense8 original chara. penned by root.

[neverlied-moved-blog]

❝  i’ll admit, i’ve done a lot of things in my life i’m not proud of ——– no.  no, that’s not TRUE, i’m proud of most of them.  ❞

        ind, sel, priv neal caffrey from white collar. written by red.

[mauveined-blog]

                 well,   fuck   everybody .      amen . 

[mauveined-blog]

                 well,   fuck   everybody .      amen . 

[zetsunai]

I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein (via shellingpeasifyouplease)

[hydraa]

[dailyvictoriagifs]

[hackfate-blog]

NEVERLIED.

        ❝  you so don’t.  ❞    he lets his lips twitch as he watches content slowly appear on her face.     ❝  i’m saying it’s incredibly important, how else would i start my read on someone?  ❞    he lets his smile grow, taking a sip of his own coffee, eyes studying her.

            ‘      so   that’s   what  we’re  doing  today,  okay.      ’            a   frown   replaces  what  would  have  been  a  smile  spreading  across  her  face,  and  she  sets  her  cup  down.            ‘      ---   what  else  do  you  really   know   about  me  ?      ’

[seenglory-deactivated20200409]

 there  are  certain  things  within  his  many  many  years  of  living  that  he’s  never  experienced.  these  tend  to  be  human  experiences,  ones  forbidden  to  those  of  his  species.  most  angels  tended  to  see  themselves  above  them.  castiel  was  always  more  humble  —–  more  in  awe  of  these  intricately  designed  creatures  his  father  filled  the  earth  with.  after  the  winchesters  ripped  up  the  rule  book,  he  was  starting  to  experience  more.  he  took  to  their  hunting  lifestyle,  for  now.  while  war  waged  on  around  them,  he  took  peace  in  their  normalization.   ❝   my  partners  were  supposed  to  meet  me  here.  i  see  now  that  they’re  not.   ❞  a  pause,  he  retrieves  the  fbi  badge  from  his  pocket.  examines  it  as  if  it’s  foreign  before  he  extends  it  for  the  other  to  see.   ❝   may  i  come  in   ?   ❞  // @hackfate

[hackfate-blog]

            there  is  a  reason  she  is  constantly   cautious.   she  would  be   lying   if  she  said  this  is  the  first  such  visit  she  is  getting   ------   there  is  no  one  who  would  come  to  her  in  person,  who  would   need   her,  so  she  knows  what  to  expect  when  she  walks  to  the  door  of  her  apartment  and  opens  it.   she  bitterly   swallows   the  tiny  hope  she  had,  still,  that  she  would  actually  see  a   familiar   face  when  the  other  comes  into  focus.   gaze  cast  downward,  she  hesitantly  takes  a  small  step  forward,   feigning   ignorance.            ‘      ------------   may  i  ask   what   this  visit  is  about  first,  agent   ?      ’

[leagueremade-deactivated2017121]

                    she   hadn’t   seen   juno   since   she   told   the   other   girl   she   was   going   to   join   ollie   on   the   QUEEN’S   GAMBIT,     only   for   her   to   vanish   without   a   trace,     declared   LEGALLY   DEAD.   of   course,     she   wasn’t     (     she’s   gone   through   more   than   anyone   can   know     )     &&     after   six   years,     she’s   F I N A L L Y   back.     she   faces   juno   with   a   sheepish   smile,     shoving   her   hands   in   the   pockets   of   her   leather   jacket.     ❝     six   years   and   you   haven’t   changed   much.     ❞     //     @hackfate     //     x.

[hackfate-blog]

            ‘      oh,   ------   see,  now  i  gotta  prove  that   wrong.      ’            her  hands   mirror   sara’s  and   hide   from  the  cold  of  night  in  her  pockets  as  a  small   shiver   runs  down  her  spine   ---   but  she  is   smiling.   a  smile  directed  at  a   dear   friend,  one  she  never  hoped  to  see  again ---------   when  sara  contacted  her,  juno  thought  it  was  the  authorities’   plan   to  get  to  her   ;   use  a   weakness   against  her.   then  again,  she’s  always  been   paranoid.            ‘      it’s  nice  to  see  you  again,  sara.      ’

[wnq-writers]

I am an intense person, even when I don’t mean to be.

LaKiese Thomas (via wnq-writers)

[hackfate-blog]

NEVERLIED.

        he almost jumped at the sound of slamming fists, the only thing stopping him, was knowing it was coming.    ❝  make it two, jay.  ❞    he KNEW they were running out of time. he placed the forgery on the counter, pulling the black gloves from his hands, the small pools of sweat starting to appear on his hands.     ❝  i don’t mean to RUSH you, darling, but you know how much i hate the sounds of sirens.  ❞    he slips the gloves back onto his hands, his eyes focusing on the bolts again, narrowing down his list of options in his head,  waiting to hear her footsteps.

            ‘      i  am  going  to   kill   you.      ’            she   heaved  out   as  she  ran  behind  the  building,  then  inside  and  through  corridors  big  enough  to  create  a   maze,   enough  to  get   lost -----   except  she  has  perfect  recall  of  the  blueprints  they  inspected  beforehand.   she  made  sure  to   shut  off   all  surveillance,  but  that  only  gave  them   minutes   to  replace   the  real  object  with  the  fake  and   get  the  hell  out.   she  couldn’t  hear  much  else  but  her   heartbeat   when  she  finally  found  neal.            ‘      next  time  remember  to  bring  your  damn   tools.      ’            she  handed  three  rings  over,  adrenaline  running   high.            ‘      ---  we  have  two  minutes,  then  we’re   done   for.      ’

[abravelittlehobbit]

; send me ❛ brush ❜ for my character's reaction to your character running their fingers through my character's hair.

[fortheaskbox]

bonus if you add description!

[thelovejournals]

It’s still you. It’s still you.

Margaret Atwood, Shapechangers In Winter (via thelovejournals)

[thickcrskiin]

@hackfate !

      “ i don’t know what kind of danger i’d be in that you were talking about, but now i’m kinda paranoid. ”

[hackfate-blog]

            ‘      yeah,   well------   welcome  to  the  club.   it’s   better   if  you’re   alert,  jan.      ’

[hackfate-blog]

NEVERLIED.

       he let himself sit in front of the woman, her fingers toying with the stem of the wine glass, feeling NOTHING. he knew he should have, he should feel betrayal, anger, sadness. but instead, he sat facing her, and he felt NOTHING. just pure expectancy. he never thought she would stick around ——– very few did.     ❝  the path is dangerous, juno. i understand. this life isn’t for everyone.  ❞    he brought the red liquid back towards his mouth, taking another sip his eyes trained on her, watching as she AVOIDED eye contact with him. he let the glass sit against the table again, one hand trained on the glass stem, the other’s palm placed on the table, his eyes moving to watch every movement she makes.     ❝  if you want out, you want out. there’s no coming back. you get rusty, you screw up, you get caught. you know better than anyone, the second you stop running it hits you like a train. if this is what you want,  ❞    he lets his hands move to face upwards, a shrug showing on his shoulders before his hands land to his legs, leaning forward just a tad.     ❝  i support it. i support you.  ❞

            his  support  isn’t  real.   it’s  a  thought  she  has   no  right   to  have,  considering   she’s   the  one   lying,   but  she  can’t  help  it.   clearly  her  leaving  won’t  affect  him  as  much  as  she  thought  it  would   ---   at  least  not  yet.   she  feels   weak,   then,   defeated,   and  heaves  out  a  shaky  breath.   she  can’t   keep  still,   so  her  hands  move  out  of  her  pockets  and  onto  the  table  on  their  own  accord,  and  she   toys   with  her  rings.   teeth   sink   into  her  lower  lip,  to  give  back   some   sense  of  control  over  her  emotions  to  her   ------   but  it  barely  helps.            ‘     what  if -------      ’            she   can’t   tell  him.   she  shouldn’t,   couldn’t   put  herself  in  front  of   his   safety.   hating  her  will  keep  him  away  from  her,  which  will  keep  him  away  from   danger,   and  she  is  willing  to  live  with  the  choice.            ‘      forget  it.   you---  you’re   right.   i’m  sorry.      ’            it’s  barely   audible,   but  the  apology  is  there,  still.

[thequotejournals]

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via thequotejournals)

[hackfate-blog]

NEVERLIED.

       he lets his lips curl into a devious smile as he grabs two full champagne glasses off of a tray, handing one over to his PARTNER IN CRIME, her arm linking with his. letting the glass touch to his lips, taking a small drink before looking towards the woman next to him.     ❝  lets steal a priceless jewel ——– honey.  ❞

            she  follows  the  glasses  go   off   the  tray  and  into  his  hold,  then  his  lips,  and  she   purses   hers,  taking  one  glass  of  champagne  for  herself.   her  smile  morphs  into  a   smirk   as  she  turns  her  head  toward  the   first  door   keeping  them  away  from  their  target.            ‘      -----sure  you  should  be    drinking  on  the  job,   sweetheart  ?      ’